Poetry Pages

Quietly slipping through the door
and down the midnight lonely streets
making for the highway once again
cars pass, I hide my face
pace quickening wanting to run
turning corners blindly fearing
him on the other side waiting
grinning, hauling me back
hanging, wrists in agony
gloomy basement mildew reeking
body cringing, blow by blow
tears running freely
making traces down my naked body
head hanging, toes touching
not enough to ease the pressures
on my wrists, he comes again
another day another punishment
three days hanging from the ceiling

when i wrote my last dark one i thought about that.. this, or maybe a slightly different poem that you had posted some where a long time ago and it kind of made me think twice about posting it.. but in the end my sick desire to be dipped in misery prevailed and i went ahead and posted it, hoping you wouldnt find your way to it...
as always your writes have a tendency to drop me to my knees and a well of tears that seem bottomless and unforgiving...
thank you for the trip down to torment and the memories that will indeed haunt for many moons to come...

some memories will haunt forever ... accept them for what they are ... build upon the foundations of the past and create your own future ... it isn't so bleak as it can seem at times *s*

love you terry *hugz*

" as always your writes have a tendency to drop me to my knees and a well of tears that seem bottomless and unforgiving...
thank you for the trip down to torment and the memories that will indeed haunt for many moons to come..."
I totally agree with that! i havent gotten to know you well but your writings are insipiring. Im sure i speak for everyone when i say you are a amazing writer and so very much more! [/quote]

thank you jen ... i only hope i touch ppl in the right way with what i write ... most of it isn't very ... pleasant

i personally have enjoyed all of your writings...

I have read her story and this one sends shivers down my spine....so painful...